Category Archives: Journal

What Can I Do? On Having NO Excuses.

I’ve lately taken a new approach to life challenges, and while I haven’t been 100% successful in implementing the strategy, it’s definitely work being done. You know, that deep down, personal, soul baring work that get’s no pay check but has priceless rewards…it’s my favorite kind of work to do but hard to make a living on.

Ask yourself this: “What can I do?” There are so many possible meanings to the question…it could be asking with some attitude when the problem faced is one you don’t want responsibility for. It could be asking with a feeling of hopelessness or helplessness when you might be so overwhelmed by suffering and stress that there seem to be absolutely no options at all. It can be asked out of laziness when it’s so much easier to see no alternatives to whatever is currently requiring your attention. Continue reading What Can I Do? On Having NO Excuses.

Once Upon an Amtrak

On the Train to DC

You know by now how I love trains and planes and buses.  With a similar intensity but parallel fashion to how I love moving between spaces on my own two feet. I’m stoked right now to be on board the Amtrak, departing Richmond and destined to arrive in DC in 2 hrs 21 minutes. I’m ok if it takes longer. Continue reading Once Upon an Amtrak

Episodes and Visions

An excerpt from the book that has become my favorite, by the writer like whom I aspire to become.IMG_3726

“What can I tell them? Sealed in their metallic shells like molluscs on wheels, how can I pry the people free? The auto as tin can, the park ranger as opener. look here, I want to say, for godsake folks get out of them there machines, take off those fucking sunglasses and unpeel both eyeballs, look around; throw away those goddamned idiotic camericas! For chrissake folks what is this life if full of care we have no time to stand and stare? eh? Take off your shoes for a while, unzip your fly, piss hearty, dig your toes in the hot sand, feel that raw and rugged earth, split a couple of big toenails, draw blood! Why not? Jesus Christ, lady, roll that window down! You can’t see the desert if you can’t smell it. Dusty? Of course it’s dusty – this is Utah! But it’s good dust, good red Utahn dust, rich in iron, rich in irony.  Turn that motor off. Get out of that piece of iron and stretch your varicose veins, take off your brassiere and get some hot sun on your old wrinkled dugs! You sir, squinting at th map with your radiator boiling over and your fuel pump vapor-locked, crawl out of that shiny hunk of GM junk and take a walk – yes, leave the old lady and those squawling brats behind for a while, turn your back on them and take a long quiet walk straight into the canyons, get lost for a while, come back when you damn well feel like it, it’ll do you and her and them a world of good.  Give the kids a break too, let them out of the car, let them go scrambling over the rocks hunting for rattlesnakes and scorpions and anthills-yes sir, let them out, turn them loose; how dare you imprison little children in your goddamned upholstered horseless hearse? Yes sir, yes madam, I entreat you, get out of those motorized wheelchairs, get off your foam rubber backsides, stand up straight like men! like women! like human beings! and walk-walk-WALK upon our sweet and blessed land!”

~Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire pp 261-262.

This Hiker’s Journey – On Sacrifice, Wellness, and Genuine-ness

Right now I’m reading about the effects of nightshades on individuals with autoimmune disease or otherwise compromised immune systems. For several months a little voice has been telling me to consider the nightshade family as a culprit, but my love for all things tomato and pepper related has not allowed me to seriously allow the prospect to become even a mental possibility. Just can’t wrap my head around no more stewed tomatoes. Salsa. Stuffed peppers. Babagannoush. Did I say stewed tomatoes already? Holy hell what would I do without them?!! Continue reading This Hiker’s Journey – On Sacrifice, Wellness, and Genuine-ness

On Breaking the Habit of Comparison – HDC to NYC to Providence RI

On a Megabus, on the way to New York, again, then to Providence.  A few days ago I hiked on the Rachel Carson Greenway Trail, but was so mentally preoccupied with my landlord situation (he’s a total creep and I feel the need to get out, ASAP) that I could not relax enough to write.  It was a great 6 mile loop and the exercise helped me work through the anxiety. I totally hit the jackpot too – wild raspberries and blackberries toward the end. YUM! Continue reading On Breaking the Habit of Comparison – HDC to NYC to Providence RI

Little Wanderer

I first heard this song a few days ago, and it just reminded me of myself.  Actually it’s hard to explain. I feel like this is a song that someone would sing to me. One someone in particular, but probably a few  people in varying familial/platonic/romantic relationships with me scattered all over…the world.

Thank you to my evergreens, those of you who sing it to me, for understanding that though I may wander back to you, I’m not likely to stick around long…

It’s Always Sunny in…Arizona

While I love that Virginia has 4 distinct seasons, each one with its own vibe and feeling both outdoors and in, the dreary East Coast winter has really got me craving some warmth. Rather than focusing on its absence and the possibility of 4 more inches of snowfall, I’ll just share some pictures from my days living in Arizona. Where it is sunny and you adventure in some part of the state for more than 300 days of the year. That kind of sun exposure overwhelmed my senses and made me a little more than manic, but the pictures from my past take the chill of my bones and my heart. Enjoy a few Sonoran views with me…(featured image is a view of Watson Lake in Prescott)

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Sonoran Sunset…from the Desert Botanical Garden in Phoenix
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Sunny mood inspiring St. John’s Wort, Hypericum perforatum. Flagstaff
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Devil’s Bridge. Sedona
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Prickly Poppy, Argemone mexicana. Agua Fria
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View of Weaver’s Needle from Peralta Canyon
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View of Oak Flat and canyon area from a nearby ridge.
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View of some river delta…from a tiny Cesna airplane on the way to Lake Havasu
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Saguaro and the Valley of the Sun, view from the Hieroglyph Trail in the Superstition Wilderness

Underworld

I decided to try, on an impulse just because I saw the post, WordPress’ Writing 201 Class. I’m not much of a poet anymore, even though it used to flow freely from my fingers or mouth with the slightest muse. Today’s Prompt: Journey Style: Limerick Device: Alliteration

I based this on a Shamanic drumming meditation I completed just a few minutes before seeing the Writing 201 post.

I found my self walking down a dark hole

The firefly flew to light up my soul

So blue and bright

There was no night

On the Underworld’s cerulean knoll

Backdated Posts are Up!

Hey there lovely friends of mine! I’ve been posting a lot of backdated entries from my adventures. If you don’t receive updates by email, make sure you go back through and take a look at what you may have missed.  I dated the posts according to when they were written and NOT when they were posted. There are lots of pictures now, write-ups about the last days on the trail, and my adventures down the west coast. So take a stroll around RoamandWrite and hopefully you’ll find something new and fun to read! Continue reading Backdated Posts are Up!

Renovations…

I spent a long time last night scanning all of my journal entries from the trail so that I could consolidate them into one accessible document online…the goal being to keep the images available while I begin the work of transcribing all that writing into searchable, web friendly text. Someone very nicely pointed out to me that as long as I just have images of my writing on the blog, people aren’t likely to find it no matter how they search for such things because, well, there aren’t any keywords. Continue reading Renovations…